Ingrid
Eva and Ingrid are giggling in a corner of a party just as the good ol' days. Ingrid is wearing a tight white dress that Eva recognizes as Ingrid's "look how pretty I am" dress. Eva is sort of drunk and has her arm around Ingrid's waist.
It is a weird feeling considering that only a couple of months ago they weren't talking, but after a couple of beers Ingrid's head is resting on Eva's shoulder like it belongs there.
"Look over there! At Nissen's new star couple?" Ingrid wiggled her arm away from Eva's grasp and pointed to the other side of the room. Eva had to stretch her neck to see whom Ingrid was pointing at.
At the other side of the room Sara and Isak was hooking up. They were really going at it.
“Look at his tongue!” Eva exclaimed, “Is he trying to eat her!”
Ingrid mostly ignored Eva’s comment and kept looking at Isak and Sara. Eva took a swig of her beer.
“So, if you can stop staring” Eva shaked Ingrid slightly so that she would stand up.
“Are you just interested in looking at people hooking up or do you actually want to hook up?” Ingrid seemed to straighten up when Eva spoke. Diverting her eyes from the blonde couple on the other side of the room.
“I’m not really interested in hooking up right now,” Ingrid removed her arm from Eva’s waist.
“Oh, okay,” Eva on the other hand had a very clear ide of how the night was suppose to play out:
- She would drink just enough to be tipsy.
- She would talk to Ingrid a little while.
- And then she would find a boy (or girl) to make out with. (Judging by the way Chris was eyeing her probably a boy)
But, something told her that something was bugging Ingrid. Call it the old best friend institution making a comeback. It was actually quit strange how Ingrid and Eva had been inseparable through most of ungdomsskolen and then had barley spoken, but to be fair Eva had stolen Ingrid’s boyfriend.
Ingrid continued to be quiet. She started itching her arm nervously. Eva nursed her beer trying not to meet Chris’s searching look. If she looked at him he would come over and then Eva wouldn’t figure out what was bugging Ingrid.
“Do you remember what we did that one time when we slept over at my place?” Ingrid leaned against her again. Eva could feel Ingrid’s fingers traveling up from her waist.
Oh, she means that thing.
“Yes, I remember quit well,” Eva whispered into Ingrid’s ear. But, Ingrid wasn’t paying attention to Eva, she was watching Sara and Isak. More specifically Sara, Ingrid’s eyes stuck on Sara and not on Isak.
“Do you think we kiss girls and boys the same way?” Ingrid asked.
Oh, oh.
Ingrid quickly covered her mouth like she had just realized what she had said.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that you…that you know that..but” Ingrid stuttered the sentence.
“Actually, I have kissed quit a lot of girls since we kissed,” Eva spoke as clearly as she could. Ingrid looked surprise before once again letting her eyes drift to Sara on the other side of the room.
“How…did you know?” Ingrid seemed smaller then usual. Eva felt pity for her. She had been there.
“You helped me, remember?” Eva smiled at her. Ingrid smiled back before it was replaced with a frown.
“How?” she replied.
“The sleepover after the one where we kissed, you said something about how you realized you are gay,” Ingrid nodded faintly, “well I realized I fit the into the categories you made and here I am.”
Eva gestured to herself.
“In all my queer glory.”
Ingrid was staring at Sara and Isak again. Eva sighed.
“Listen, Ingrid,” Ingrid looked at Eva, “there is no correct way of realizing you like girls or boys, or in my case both. You just figure it out in your own time. You don’t have to fit into any box to be queer.”
Ingrid nodded faintly.
“I need to think,” Ingrid whispered. Eva understood the message.
Eva shared one last look at Ingrid before leaving to find Chris.
Well, at least she wasn’t the only one that questioned her sexuality.